Hi It's Chicken I Had A Thought About Capitano. Brain Empty This Thought Has Probably Been Thunk Before

hi it's chicken i had a Thought about capitano. brain empty this thought has probably been thunk before but what if he's weak to being called pretty/handsome/beautiful. (extremely vaguely set in the hot springs post bc it's on the brain) call him so handsome and he just. freezes for a second. then, quiet and just the tiniest bit hopeful, "say that again." obviously of course he knows you think he's hot, or at least really good at sex, because you keep coming back, but handsome, now, that's a new one. a really, really nice new one. people have after all called him a hideous monster before (no taste, you scoff at that) and it's not as if he's particularly torn up about it, more of a fact of life honestly, but it's unexpectedly really nice to have a partner who thinks he's pretty. oh the look on his face when you admit you've thought he's handsome since the first time you saw him, you just didn't say anything bc you didn't think it needed saying ahh i fucking love this guy

side note/addendum i love him so much i reported/blocked Twenty-Three porn bots out of his tag today. endless fucking trench war

capitano marching off to fight the pornbots in his tag so his thirsty followers can live in peace lmao

but noooooo, now i'm brainrotting about soft capitano :((((( he knows he's fearsome, he knows he's scary and intimidating. it's partially why he wears his helmet and rarely undresses around others. he wants everyone to be able to approach him if they're in need of help, and he's aware that they can't really do that if they're terrified of him

so when you're straddled on his lap, enjoying the natlan hot spring, running your hand through his hair and scratching his mandibles and you quietly coo about how handsome he is, something just... melts in him that he didn't realize even existed. his entire body relaxes suddenly, you feel any tension in his jaw just release at that moment. and he slowly shifts you, pressing you closer as he starts kissing at your neck, pleased clicks and chuffs vibrating through his mandibles.

that night it's different. he's somehow softer than normal, chuffing and purring and groaning into your ear, louder than normal. his clawed hands are light and gentle, caressing instead of grasping and scratching like he usually does. he's used to his partners enjoying roughness and scratches, but now there's a sort of... protectiveness that he's feeling towards you. now he's scared that he'll hurt you. so he withdraws his claws for the evening, running his scaled hands all over your sensitive spots he's learned like the back of his hand.

and when you're finally spent for the night, dozing off in your bed, he pushes himself into your arms, pressing his face into your chest. you're a bit confused at first, laughing softly as you start running your hand through his hair.

but then, in the quietest voice possible, something you could have never imagined capitano managing, you hear a quiet, "that's the first time someone has ever called me handsome. thank you."

and so you make sure to call him handsome. every day, sometimes every hour if your schedules work for it. and you simply adore the way you watch him visibly relax and soften every time.